Sunday, November 6, 2016

Shadows: A Poem

I get inspiration from the strangest places, and my writing
never comes out exactly like I initially thought it would. Not that it’s a bad
thing. When I first started classes at the University of Nottingham, my aunt remarked
that the place was so beautiful I’d surely find inspiration to write. And I
did. But my writing wasn’t the poems or the stories I expected.

In my time there, I wrote maybe two poems about Nottingham
itself, and my poem “Puddle” was inspired off one of the first times I
rode my bike past a puddle. Not that the poem has anything to do with biking.
And the setting could be anywhere.

The same could be said for the following poem. I wrote it
based of an observation I made while watching a seagull glide above the morning
shade I was standing in. The setting I’ll leave up to you. Just as the words
take off on their own the minute I put my fingers to the keyboard, may your
imagination take flight.

Shadows

I’m in over my head in darkness,

standing in shadows of the
box-shaped buildings,

like I’m in a deep, gray ravine
beneath the waters

with the seagulls gliding overhead,

their underbellies alight against
the blue,

like they’re gliding on light.

I’m up to my shoulders in shadows,

the shade spilling like a waterfall,

filling my lungs with a cold breath

and sprinkling my face with a chill

that I wipe off with my scarf.

I’m up to my knees in shadows,

the sunlight taunting me now,

for my toes are still cold within my
boots,

but I’ve had to peel my sweater off

as I wade across darkened
cobblestones.

I’m standing in shadows,

the darkness melted at my feet,
never fully gone.

Standing in a bath of sunshine isn’t
quick,

like jumping into freshwater.

It’s slow, gradual, like friendship,
like love,

but one shard of a cloud, then
goosebumps will crawl up my arms.

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Let’s chat! Where is the poem set in
your mind? What sort of things or places inspiration you?